The nun smiled helplessly, this monk in the Valley of Forgetfulness is really shrewd, no matter what, he has mastered the scene to death.

As soon as Yuan Hong spoke, the female cultivator's attack also arrived.

The female cultivator held a handful of yellow sand in her hand, and approached Yuan Hong with the cover of her sleeve robe, her small hand raised slightly, and the yellow sand suddenly sprinkled towards his front door.

Yuan Hong didn't expect her to have such a means, and she didn't notice it for a while, and her eyes were blurred by the yellow sand for a moment.

The nun didn't expect the yellow sand to bring her miraculous results, all she wanted was to block his sight and attack her at this time.

However, Yuan Hong was a monk with extremely rich combat experience, and his eyes were blocked by the yellow sand, and he couldn't see for the time being, but he still had the divine sense to see.

The body leaned slightly, dodging the attack of the nun.

Big hands grabbed her wrists, trying to pull her closer to get close to the closer.

But his plan fell through, and the nun's hand was so soft in his palm that her wrist twisted and broke free from his restraints.

Yuan Hong was slightly surprised, and the slippery feeling of a slight touch in his palm reminded him that this female cultivator's body was a little stronger than he imagined.

Even if he was strong, he didn't plan to compete with her.

Yuan Hong hooked the corners of his lips and waited quietly for her to attack.

......

The two struggled in the ring for a long time, and as expected, the female monk of the Ethereal Sect lost.

"Forget the valley and win, get one point. ”

"Senior brother is amazing!"

"Senior Brother Yuan can do it!"

I could vaguely hear bursts of cheers from the monks of the Valley of Forgetfulness.

Before Yuan Hong could catch his breath, he was a little scrambling by the monks who were going to the ring next to compete.

He faced three games in a row, and won each one, his own aura was consumed a lot, and he didn't get a break, and his aura was not very good, and it was inevitable that he would make a mistake and be knocked out of the ring.

"Ethereal Sect wins. ”

......

Liu Yixiang narrowed her eyes, in addition to the Shinto Sect, she found that the disciples in the other sects were also quite strong.

Like the Sword Pavilion, Xuantian Sect, etc., these sects have some top-notch monks.

However, who is stronger or weaker than her still needs to be tried.

She glanced at the Valley of Forgetfulness's arrangements for the next Guardian Monk, and estimated in her mind how likely it was that she and Wen He would fight.

Liu Yixiang was silent, her attack was ranked behind, and Wen He's order of guarding was ranked first, thinking that she and Wen He should be unlikely.

And it is very likely that this battle will not be her turn to play at all, no wonder Liu Yixiang thinks so, just because she is ranked fifth from the bottom.

Since it was not her turn, Liu Yixiang put her eyes on every competition between the Ethereal Sect and the monk of the Valley of Forgetfulness.

She frowned, and carefully wrote down other people's moves and styles, which made her improve the realm of aura.

Watching the battle between other monks is actually an opportunity to learn from their strengths, which she doesn't know about others, but it is more useful to her anyway.

Soon, the battle in the four rings was coming to an end, and the monks on both sides had not yet been in the ring, and the gap was not very large.

But Rao is like this, and it is not very likely that Liu Yixiang will be in the ring to compete.

Although there is a score gap between Yuan Hong and Bing Linggen Wen He on the side of the Valley of Forgetfulness, the Ethereal Sect is not bad either.

Although she didn't get the opportunity to show her skills in the ring, don't forget that there is also a battle madman Xie Feixuan on the side of the Ethereal Sect who wants to fight with others as soon as he sees a monk with advanced cultivation.

As early as in the previous fight with him, Liu Yixiang had first spied a trace of his essence, and she was not surprised at all by Xie Feixuan's fighting intent that he embodied later.

That's right, this son of luck who fought with Wenhe was him.

This battle of Tianjiao made Liu Yixiang enjoy it.

The thrilling excitement in it, and then the later turnaround, even Shanqing was amazed.

Back in time to when the two played each other.

"Forget the valley, Wen He. ”

"Ethereal Sect, Xie Feixuan. ”

As soon as they finished reporting each other's names, a battle broke out between the two.

A monk under the ring exclaimed, "It turns out that the ...... of the Valley of Forgetfulness It's called Wen He. Even the name sounds so good!"

After he exclaimed, he found that no one paid attention to him, and his eyes were on the ring.

The exclaimed male cultivator was stupid, touched the back of his head in embarrassment, pretended that nothing had happened, and stared at the battle in the ring.

Wen He's ice attribute aura is extremely strong, and as soon as the magic formula containing ice attribute aura comes into contact with Xie Feixuan, frost suddenly appears.

Without a blade, her icy power is the best weapon of all.

The aura is separated from the body, and it changes into a transparent silver wire with her mind, and she can't see it at all if she doesn't pay attention.

However, in an instant, the silver threads of ice aura slowly intertwined in the ring, weaving into a large net, and pressed towards Xie Feixuan.

As soon as Xie Feixuan stepped into the ring, he was blocked by this large net woven by the ice spirit root, and the silver filament refracted a dangerous light in the light.

There was no need to try, Xie Feixuan could detect how strong the transparent silver filament was by feeling, he clearly sensed the coldness of the silver filament, and the hairs on his legs stood up unconsciously.

Although Shanqing had snatched a few extremely talented monks, even the Thunder Spirit Root and the rare Ten Percent Full Root Spiritual Root, he still felt a little pity in his heart.

After all, no one would think that their own sect was arrogant.

"Forget the Valley of Affection has picked up a treasure this time, but it's a pity that it's ......"

Handle Qing stood up halfway through speaking, and glanced in the direction of the Dao Sect in his eyes, meaning something.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his quiet tone, "Also, no wonder it's gloomy all day." ”

Zhu Xun couldn't hear their voiceovers, and naturally knew that the Ethereal Sect was satirizing the Shinto Sect again.

A bright and dark light flashed in Zhu Xun's eyes, and it was not certain who would laugh at the end, and let them be a little more proud first.

He took a deep look at the two men in the ring, then looked away.

There are not a few leaders who have become sour, and they all cast envious eyes at Zhou Huan, the head of Forgetful Valley.

Wen He's means were so strong in the middle of foundation building, and it was almost conceivable that she would look like when she became Jin Dan and Yuan Ying.

I'm afraid there are few who can match it.

"What kind of means is this? It can form a huge net in an instant!"

"This senior sister is not only strong, but also very good-looking, and suddenly regretted it. ”

The monk who said that he regretted this sentence was none other than the Tizong, who was full of strong men of five big and three thick, and his eyes were torn by their exposed skin from time to time, and he usually didn't even have the opportunity to wash his eyes by looking at beautiful women.

Seeing that Wen He was not only beautiful and strong enough, but also had a trace of regret between the fluctuations in his heart.

There must have been something wrong with his head at that time? Otherwise, how could he choose to worship the Body Sect.

As for the koji porridge in the sect, cuteness is cuteness, but he has no feeling for this type.

......

Xie Feixuan's body was also very calm, without any movement, quietly watching himself surrounded by a big net.

There was no panic in his eyes, and the more critical he was, the more excited he became.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger his fighting spirit will be.

The scope of the silver wire net was shrinking, and he was not in a hurry, and he could even see the excitement in the young man's pupils.

Got it!

Xie Feixuan's heart was overjoyed, his palm was filled with strength, and the Thunder Fist Technique carried a strong thunder attribute aura, and blasted towards the ice net intertwined with silver wires.

The ice net was instantly shattered by the huge force, and Wen He's control over the silver wire was weakened by half.

Due to the loss of the support of the aura, the silver filament fell on the ring and gradually turned into nothingness.

The girl's pupils shrank, and her body moved to the right very quickly, avoiding the attack.

But Wen He sensed something grazing her left shoulder, as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt. From the left shoulder downwards, there was a paralyzing sensation throughout the flesh.

"How so!"

"What is the origin of this young man?"

The monks of the other sects exclaimed, unable to believe that the ice net, which looked not simple, would be shattered by a single punch.

What's more, in the previous competition, they saw with their own eyes that Wen He's aura could freeze people in an instant.

"He is Xie Feixuan, ninety percent mutated thunder spirit root, I tested the spirit root with him in Qile County. ”

The monks who had tested the spiritual root with Qile County at the beginning remembered those monks with excellent spiritual root qualifications very clearly.

At this time, when I heard other people's questions, I almost opened my mouth to come.

Some of the monks came from the counties of the mortal realm, and naturally they had not heard of him.

When he heard the monk's words, he was immediately surprised.

"Is it possible that you Qile County is a blessed land?!Why are all Tianjiao from there?"

He counted on his fingers, "Look, mutated thunder spirit root, mutated ice spirit root, ten percent full spirit root, there must be many other monks with excellent qualifications......"

Hey?

The young man who came out of Qile County touched his head and recalled the scene when he tested the spirit root, as if it was really what he said?

How the crowd discussed it will not be mentioned for the time being.

Wen He's aura was running quickly in the meridians, and the aura ran along the meridians to the place where the meaning of paralysis came, relieving the sense of stiffness for her.

The girl murmured softly, using only the voice that the two of them could hear, "Are you Lei Linggen?"

Xie Feixuan was silent, rubbing his fists, Wen He really didn't deserve the name of her mutated ice spirit root, and there was an ice aura around her body.

His fist was just a palm wind touching her skin, and the ice aura climbed up his fist along the palm wind.

His fists were stained with a layer of hoarfrost in an instant, and if he hadn't reacted in time and used his aura to prop up his defense, his hands would definitely be frostbitten.

Ice Spirit Root is terrifying?!

The battle intent in the young man's eyes rose, and he shouted, "Fight!"

This time, he chose to take the initiative to attack.

The fist is the best weapon, the quasi-turning thunder fist method, the fist is wrapped with a violent thunder aura, directly hitting Wen He's vital point.

Liu Yixiang's divine sense sensed that a few vague glances swept over her from time to time, and the girl knew it in her heart.

couldn't help laughing, they couldn't be wondering if she was ten percent full of spiritual roots, otherwise how could Xie Feixuan's combat power be so strong, but she was decent.

There is no doubt about this.

She retains her strength, naturally because she wants to retain enough energy in the future competitions so that she can win.

If only one or two games are fine, she can explode and let others know how long her aura lasts.

But there is no need for this, she doesn't want to expose the characteristics of the Mixed Yuan Divine Skill, she just needs to retain her strength and try to get more points for the sect.

The girl murmured softly, using only the voice that the two of them could hear, "Are you Lei Linggen?"

Xie Feixuan was silent, rubbing his fists, Wen He really didn't deserve the name of her mutated ice spirit root, and there was an ice aura around her body.

His fist was just a palm wind touching her skin, and the ice aura climbed up his fist along the palm wind.

His fists were stained with a layer of hoarfrost in an instant, and if he hadn't reacted in time and used his aura to prop up his defense, his hands would definitely be frostbitten.

Ice Spirit Root is terrifying?!

The battle intent in the young man's eyes rose, and he shouted, "Fight!"

This time, he chose to take the initiative to attack.

The fist is the best weapon, the quasi-turning thunder fist method, the fist is wrapped with a violent thunder aura, directly hitting Wen He's vital point.

Liu Yixiang's divine sense sensed that a few vague glances swept over her from time to time, and the girl knew it in her heart.

couldn't help laughing, they couldn't be wondering if she was ten percent full of spiritual roots, otherwise how could Xie Feixuan's combat power be so strong, but she was decent.

There is no doubt about this.

She retains her strength, naturally because she wants to retain enough energy in the future competitions so that she can win.

If only one or two games are fine, she can explode and let others know how long her aura lasts.

But there is no need for this, she doesn't want to expose the characteristics of the Mixed Yuan Divine Skill, she just needs to retain her strength and try to get more points for the sect.

The girl murmured softly, using only the voice that the two of them could hear, "Are you Lei Linggen?"

Xie Feixuan was silent, rubbing his fists, Wen He really didn't deserve the name of her mutated ice spirit root, and there was an ice aura around her body.

His fist was just a palm wind touching her skin, and the ice aura climbed up his fist along the palm wind.

His fists were stained with a layer of hoarfrost in an instant, and if he hadn't reacted in time and used his aura to prop up his defense, his hands would definitely be frostbitten.

Ice Spirit Root is terrifying?!

The battle intent in the young man's eyes rose, and he shouted, "Fight!"

This time, he chose to take the initiative to attack.

The fist is the best weapon, the quasi-turning thunder fist method, the fist is wrapped with a violent thunder aura, directly hitting Wen He's vital point.

Liu Yixiang's divine sense sensed that a few vague glances swept over her from time to time, and the girl knew it in her heart.

couldn't help laughing, they couldn't be wondering if she was ten percent full of spiritual roots, otherwise how could Xie Feixuan's combat power be so strong, but she was decent.

There is no doubt about this.

She retains her strength, naturally because she wants to retain enough energy in the future competitions so that she can win.

If only one or two games are fine, she can explode and let others know how long her aura lasts.

But there is no need for this, she doesn't want to expose the characteristics of the Mixed Yuan Divine Skill, she just needs to retain her strength and try to get more points for the sect.

The girl murmured softly, using only the voice that the two of them could hear, "Are you Lei Linggen?"

Xie Feixuan was silent, rubbing his fists, Wen He really didn't deserve the name of her mutated ice spirit root, and there was an ice aura around her body.

His fist was just a palm wind touching her skin, and the ice aura climbed up his fist along the palm wind.

His fists were stained with a layer of hoarfrost in an instant, and if he hadn't reacted in time and used his aura to prop up his defense, his hands would definitely be frostbitten.

Ice Spirit Root is terrifying?!

In the eyes of the teenager

The girl murmured softly, using only the voices that the two of them could hear, "You are Thunder."

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